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Two messages from our creator(s):
The rain continued for 40 days and 40 nights. All living creatures, with the obvious exception of aquatic life, perished from the earth. When the rain ceased, Noah sent out thrice a dove, and on the third time the dove returned with an olive branch, a sign that the waters were receding. After the last of the floodwaters drained into the ocean and the ark rested upon Mt. Ararat, God looked down upon Noah and said, “Noah, I am the Lord. After every storm look to the horizon and behold, I will give humanity a rainbow, as a sign that I support gay rights.”
“I am God’s gift to women.”
- Jesus Christ
I’m moving into a new apartment. I looked into buying a house earlier this spring, hoping that the market slump would confer a better deal than I might normally expect, but no dice. Since my trip abroad was fast-approaching and I would have to move into a new place upon my return, I rented an apartment sight-unseen, based on Internet reviews and suggestions from friends. Since those friends don’t read this blog, I can safely say that their taste in living accommodations is now in serious question.
The building has the shape and character of a cardboard box, wide creepy hallways reminiscent of the The Shining, and a pervasive odor that I’ve alternatively pegged as old whiskey, vomit, and Nutella. One the strangest aspects of the complex is that every unit comes furnished with two twin beds. Twin beds? Are Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver coming to visit? All of this in stark contrast to Friend’s house, which I have heard described as “adult”, “wonderful”, “beautiful”, and not even once as “an unholy hybrid of my freshman dorm and The Bates Motel”. It needs some charming-up.
On a wholly positive note, Friend’s and my trip to Europe was second to none. No museum was left unexplored, no bottle-bottom unscoured, no…well, you get the point; it was fucking awesome. So awesome that I’m thinking seriously about a postdoc in London. Here’s one of my favorite shots.
Two messages from our creator(s):
The rain continued for 40 days and 40 nights. All living creatures, with the obvious exception of aquatic life, perished from the earth. When the rain ceased, Noah sent out thrice a dove, and on the third time the dove returned with an olive branch, a sign that the waters were receding. After the last of the floodwaters drained into the ocean and the ark rested upon Mt. Ararat, God looked down upon Noah and said, “Noah, I am the Lord. After every storm look to the horizon and behold, I will give humanity a rainbow, as a sign that I support gay rights.”
“I am God’s gift to women.”
- Jesus Christ
I’m moving into a new apartment. I looked into buying a house earlier this spring, hoping that the market slump would confer a better deal than I might normally expect, but no dice. Since my trip abroad was fast-approaching and I would have to move into a new place upon my return, I rented an apartment sight-unseen, based on Internet reviews and suggestions from friends. Since those friends don’t read this blog, I can safely say that their taste in living accommodations is now in serious question.
The building has the shape and character of a cardboard box, wide creepy hallways reminiscent of the The Shining, and a pervasive odor that I’ve alternatively pegged as old whiskey, vomit, and Nutella. One the strangest aspects of the complex is that every unit comes furnished with two twin beds. Twin beds? Are Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver coming to visit? All of this in stark contrast to Friend’s house, which I have heard described as “adult”, “wonderful”, “beautiful”, and not even once as “an unholy hybrid of my freshman dorm and The Bates Motel”. It needs some charming-up.
On a wholly positive note, Friend’s and my trip to Europe was second to none. No museum was left unexplored, no bottle-bottom unscoured, no…well, you get the point; it was fucking awesome. So awesome that I’m thinking seriously about a postdoc in London. Here’s one of my favorite shots.
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